Friday Ramble - The First Beating

You know, it's Friday. Which means that I can go home and not have to sleep early and get up tomorrow for work. I can do my laundry late tonight or hang out (which never happens, but I'll write it to look cool) or walk around and shoot some pictures. There's a snail by the gate. I think he's looking for some attention.

So I'm happy today is Friday. Yesterday I was really cranky. I got over it last night after I worked out at the gym. Good, now I know what I have to do when I'm upset and ready to beat someone. Normally that's Mas cause he bugs me alot. Like when I'm trying to watch tv and it's my favorite show. He'll dance in front of the tv purposely so that it'll get me angry and I'll start to yell at him. Then he looks at me like I'm crazy, and says..."I like you. I like your FIRE!" LOL...he's funny alright. But I do get upset and he IS in the line of fire. He's the only guy that I have not beaten yet. YET. But if I ever did, I would have to leave him cause it's not nice to beat your gf/bf or spouse. Whatever they are to you. You shouldn't beat the one you love.

My first beating was when I was 10 or 11 or 12. One of those. His name was Daniel. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he was always bugging me. I later came to understand that when boys bothered me, it was because they liked me. Which brings me to the realization that I was beating a flock of boys back then. Hmm... So I guess maybe he liked me?

Well I use to hit him all the time. In class, I took out my solid wooden ruler and I would wack him over the head. If he got too close....WACK! If he said something to me.....WACK! The day came that I didn't have my ruler and we were in the park. Daniel thought it would be funny to really bother me. So he went and grabbed my butt. Shocked, I said..."Did you just touch my butt?" While standing there with a smirk on his face, he said yes. So I grabbed him and well...I broke his arm and shoved him to the ground.

The boy was in pain. "Can you get up?" I ask. He said his arm was broken. Well scared that I had really hurt him, the only thing I could think of was to threaten him. "You tell the teacher I broke it and I'll break your other arm." Well poor Daniel never told anyone, except his friend David, who later thought he would "scare" me and let me know he knew. I gave him the look, but I knew he wouldn't do it. I would have waited for him in a dark corner after school if I had to, and gotten away with it. I had a special kind of innocense to me. I knew he was a punk cause one day his mother came to school and slapped him in front of the entire class and he cried. I knew his weakness. He wouldn't win.

And so no one ever found out. Although there was one girl who knew, but she kept her mouth shut as well. But I don't think he expected me to hurt him like that. Perhaps it was my navy seal training in the 2nd grade. You know, you don't really tell people you're a 007 in the 2nd grade. I took an oathe with the President of our crafts class.

So yeah, it's Friday. And I have 1 hour to go. Til then I'll just go over to the ladies room and brush my teeth. Wash my hands, chit chat with the receptionist, who I'll invite over to my place one weekend soon. And then it'll be time to go.

Have a great weekend.